The Melancholy Maniacs

Angie

It all started on March 7th, 7:47 PM, when I, 'mean sister,' was born in a little hospital in my hometown.

Well, I guess I should tell you about my hometown first. It is a place with super strict rules about children. Only one child per family, no more. If you have more than one, they die. No excuses.

And I suppose I should tell you about my parents too. They were poor people, but not to the point where they couldn't take care of themselves. My mother was unemployed, and my father worked at a construction company. He didn't make much money, but they managed to survive.

My mother is Russian, very beautiful, with blue, tired eyes. She loved children and despised the government, but still feared it. My father is Chinese, and he used to be very cool. I can't comprehend why he fell in love with my mom,but he did. He had brown eyes, super dark ones, so they look almost black. I have his eyes, and they match my personality. Dark. Like my soul.

My parents spent a lot of money giving birth to me, and they both tried to keep me alive. Really, it started out happy and wonderful. But.. You know.. It doesn't stay that way. It. Never. Does.

They loved me. They were so happy about having a child they they decided to go through the process of procreation (sex, for all you dirty minded people), yet again. Of course, at the time I didn't know anything about it, but now I know that it was a giant mistake for them not to use protection.

For my first birthday, they threw a party and invited everyone they knew, which wasn't many people. They had saved up money the past year to throw the party that I probably did nothing at. For my second birthday, we had a big family dinner. They had white rice and turkey, and I had milk, oatmeal, and/or applesauce. I don't know.

Five months later, in August, my mom and dad found out that they would have another baby, which would eventually be my 'white sister,' Maya. I didn't know much about her birth, obviously, because well... I was two and a half years old. Duh.

Well, I enjoyed the first three years of my life. And then it went down like the Titanic. Oops.

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Author's Note:
It's the second chapter, in Angie's perspective! I hope you enjoyed it, because I wrote it like three times because Wattpad deleted the first two times -.-

Anyway, have a nice day, everyone! ❤❤